As I’ve explained before, several of my stories are based in fact. Some are very close to the truth, some are loosely based on something that happened in my life, and others are pure fiction: however, the following story is completely and totally true—so help me!
It had been a little more than three years since being dumped by Tanya, my high school sweetheart. She was the girl I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. We spent the entire summer after graduation, planning our future. Then came fall and she was off to college. She wanted to be a teacher and I had no doubt she would make a great one. We said our tearful goodbyes with each of us looking forward to her return at Christmas vacation.
My interest was in photography. I had worked as the school photographer, shooting pictures for the school newspaper and yearbook. My work was actually noticed by the head photographer of the area’s largest newspaper and I had an offer to join their photography staff after graduation. Of course I jumped at it.
For a while I thought I had the world by the tail—then...
She couldn’t even tell me herself. She asked her mother to break the news. Tanya, the girl of my dreams, the person for whom my life was created, met someone else and I was history.
Obviously, I took it hard—very hard. For the next three years, although I flirted with a few girls and had an occasional date, I had no interest in another relationship.
One of the girls with whom I flirted was Debbie. She was a waitress at a little restaurant close to my apartment called Dunn’s Inn. Debbie was the cutest little blond hair, blue eyed creature you’d ever want to meet, and not even the ill-fitting green uniforms the waitresses wore, could hide her perfect figure.
On top of her physical attributes, Debbie had a great sense of humor and was always upbeat, personable and fun to talk to. Quite often I’d go in for coffee after work and we’d tell each other dirty jokes for a couple hours.
All the photographers at the paper worked a swing shift. We alternated between one day and two night shifts, the latest of which was from three-thirty to eleven-thirty. That was the one I was working one evening when I stopped in to spend a little time with my favorite waitress.
“Hi, doll,” I said with a grin as I sat down at the counter.
“Hi, handsome,” she replied, laying my coffee down in front of me. “Off work for the night?”
“Oh yeah, unless I get called out on a fire or something; other than that I’m all yours until three-thirty tomorrow afternoon. Why, want to do wild and crazy things to my body?” I asked with a flirtatious grin.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” she answered.
I responded with a chuckle, “Yeah—right.”
She ignored my skeptical comment and continued. “I don’t get off until two, though. You’ll probably be asleep by then.”
Now, we had, had similar conversations in the past. Of course, I always knew she was just kidding. For one thing she always had this cute little inflection in her voice when she flirted and then there was always her ever present big smile that brightened the whole room. As I looked up at her, it occurred to me that neither of those two traits were present. For just a split second I wondered if she was serious. Then reality set in.
Nah, I told myself. We’ve never even had a date; hell, I’ve never so much as bought her a cup of coffee. Besides, anyone who looked like Debbie could have any guy she wanted. Inwardly I felt foolish for allowing myself to believe her, even for a second.
“Will you be asleep by then?” she asked, keeping up the pretense.
I continued to play along. “My dear, I will be waiting with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a very dirty mind,” I joked.
“You live at Kennedy Park apartments, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Here,” she said, laying a napkin on the counter along with her pen. “Write down your building and apartment number.”
This was starting to sound way too real to be part of our usual sexy banter. I did as she asked and gave her back the napkin.
She smiled and told me it would take her a few minutes to close out after work but she’d be there around twenty after two. I knew darn well she wasn’t serious. This had to be some kind of a new game she was playing. I was sure she’d come clean before long, and with a big laugh, ask me if I really thought I was going to get laid. Unfortunately, the place was pretty busy that night so we didn’t get much time to talk further. I left after about an hour of sipping coffee and steered the car toward home.
Somehow I made it to my parking lot but I didn’t remember the drive. My mind had been totally preoccupied with Debbie’s titillating proposal. I sat in my car for a few minutes and rehashed the whole conversation from the moment I sat down.
I know damn well she was playing with me, I told myself. There is no way I’m going to allow myself to believe she was sincere and wait up till three in the morning only to be disappointed when she didn’t show. That would be naïve and stupid.
Of course for a twenty-one year old, healthy, hormonal, male there’s always that voice that generates from deep inside; the voice of hope. Yeah, but what if ... what if she WAS serious. I knew I was being a fool but my heart started to beat with anticipation and my mind envisioned that gorgeous woman standing naked in my living room.
As I went over the conversation one more time in my mind I remembered saying I’d meet her with a bottle of wine. Shit, I cursed to myself, I don’t have any wine ... nor do I have any condoms.
I looked at my watch—five minutes to one. I still had time. There was a liquor store not far away that stayed open till two. Condoms, however, were a different matter. The nearest all night drugstore was a good twenty minute drive. That’s twenty minutes there and twenty minutes back, plus the time it took to get to the liquor store ... I also needed time to take a shower and straighten-up the apartment. Damn, I had to get going!
I still had that nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach as I started the car. I just know I’m going to feel really stupid later tonight, I thought as I headed off to get the wine.
By the time I got back to the apartment it was almost two. I stuck the bottle of white wine in the freezer then quickly tossed my clothes on the floor of the closet and high-tailed it into the shower. I normally like a nice long, steamy hot shower but that night I didn’t even wait for the water to warm up all the way. I was in and out in five minutes. I vigorously towel dried my hair before combing it into place then ran to my closet to pick out a nice shirt and pair of slacks.
I looked at my watch ... two-fifteen.
I sprayed a cloud of my favorite cologne in the air and walked through the mist like I had seen in a movie once. I ran out to the living room and straightened up a few things out there. I took one more quick look around to make sure I hadn’t left anything embarrassing laying around.
Another glance at my watch told me it was time ... two-twenty. Anticipating her knock at any second I removed the wine from the freezer and took two glasses from the cabinet. I popped the cork and took a small rubber place mat to lie under the bottle so it wouldn’t leave rings on my coffee table.
I took a deep breath and let it out with a small sigh as I sat on the couch to wait. I looked again, two-twenty five. I could almost feel my heart beat with every tick of the clock, tick-tock ... tick-tock ... tick-tock ... everything was so quiet.
That’s when the little voice in my head, this time the voice of reason, started to snicker at me. What a dope, it chortled. How can you be so stupid? Did you really think someone like Debbie would just come over and fall into your bed? She’s probably screwing her rich, good-looking boyfriend right about now and laughing her head off at you ... Just then there was a light knock at my door.
My heart now started pounding and my cock twitched at the thought of who must be standing just outside. It was still hard to believe. Can this really be happening? I asked myself as I literally jumped off the couch. All doubt disappeared when I opened the door.
“Am I late?”
There she stood with that radiant smile. Her golden blond hair gently flickered with the evening breeze. The outdoor lights reflected in her eyes like sunlight dancing on the aqua blue waters of the Caribbean. Her normally bad fitting waitress uniform looked much sexier with the top three buttons undone and the smooth white billowing tops of her breasts showed no sign of being encase in a bra.
“That’s okay,” I said, trying to sound suave and debonair, “I wasn’t about to start without you. Come-on in.” I stretched out my hand and she took it as she stepped over the threshold. I held on to her as I guided her to the couch. Only after she was seated did we let go of each other.
“I didn’t think to ask what kind of wine you liked. I hope this is okay,” I said, showing her the bottle of Liebfraumilch. From the way she glanced at it I got the impression the wine wasn’t that important. As I poured us each a glass I had a terrible premonition of Debbie jumping up and yelling, “April fools.” I stopped to think a second ... no, it was June, not April.
Debbie took a quick sip of her wine then set it down on the table. “Come here,” she said while slipping her hand around the back of my head. Gently she coaxed our lips together.
.... There is more of this story ...